Have You Written Your Will Today?

   Chicheng.

  Cui Bai fainted for no reason during the military parade.

   "Major General's injury from two months ago has already healed and healed, and there is nothing wrong with his body. The pulse is strong and powerful, and there is nothing wrong with it. The officer is really helpless."

  The military doctor reported to the burly Cui Yang.

   Cui Yang furrowed his eyebrows fiercely. See the unconscious Cui Bo lying on the simple couch.

   This fact is strange.

  He suspected that someone had done dirty things to Tripper.

  Cui Yang's eyes were like sharp knives, slashing straight at Qiongkong, the young general who followed Cui Bai all the year round.

   "Has he met anyone these days?"

   Qiongkong dared not hide it: "There is no war at the moment. The major general stays in the barracks all year round. Apart from training, he leads the soldiers to help the people reclaim wasteland."

  In Chicheng, the Cui family has a fief, but the mansion they gave them is not popular at all. Not to mention the young general, even the general himself rarely goes there.

   While talking, Qiongkong thought of something.

   "By the way, last night, the major general met the Daoist Sanqing who came from the clouds."

   Naturally, Cui Bo did not hear the conversation between the two.

   No one knows. His soul is very light, floating out of the body. Blown by a gust of wind. Involved in a bottomless vortex.

  The ears are filled with endless mourning and crying. The clouds in the sky are clustered and smeared like crimson blood.

  The two coffins were transported to Shengjing with the highest ceremony.

  The common people spontaneously knelt on both sides of the road, mourning with tears streaming down their faces.

  Cui Bo didn't know who died. May have to wait for battles like this. Natural identity is extraordinary.

   This is the streets of Shengjing, his soul followed the funeral procession uncontrollably.

  Those on your side travel long distances. The soles of each shoe have long been worn out. Bloody blood between the toes.

  He looked over.

  Among them... there are a few familiar faces.

   It is the Chicheng people he has seen!

  At this moment, the coffin was carried into the Yangling Hou Mansion that he was most familiar with.

  Cui Bo was covered in cold sweat for a moment, his pupils shrank sharply, and he saw Qiao Si, whom he missed every day, wearing a burlap mourning dress.

  She lost a lot of weight, and there was no color on her face. With a big belly, it looks shocking.

   Qiao Si, on the other hand, acted as if she had lost her soul, without blinking or responding at all.

  Mrs. Cui Tai can barely stand on crutches, so she doesn't have the look of the past.

   She murmured.

   "My Cui family's sons are all good. No shame to the common people, no shame to the official family."

  The crutches hit the ground, and Mrs. Cui finally collapsed and cried.

   "It's unfilial!"

   The scene was chaotic for a while, Mrs. Cui couldn't catch her breath and passed out.

   Mourning flags and mourning halls are set up, and white lanterns are hung high.

   Cui Xuan's eyes were swollen, her husband was gone, and her eldest son was gone. Her sky, the Cui family's sky has completely collapsed.

  She realized it later, but in fact, she didn't hate Cui Yang that much.

  That person just doesn't love her.

  She stood there in a daze, unconscious. But Qiao Si beside her has changed from her previous gentleness. Losing his wits, he rushed over, and was stopped by the terrified woman behind him.

  Qiao Si scolded: "Who asked you to post the elegiac couplet?"

   "That's not Mr. Lang, absolutely not."

   "He was fine when he left, and he sent a letter home a month ago. Mother-in-law, you know, he also told the return date in the letter. Why did he die?"

  She doesn't believe it.

   How can she believe it.

  The father of her child lay in the cold coffin.

   Completely separate Yin and Yang.

  Qiao Si seemed to be grasping at the last straw: "My husband is brave and good at fighting, and he is also the best at keeping promises! Never lie to me!"

  Abdominal pain, her fingertips turned white, trembling all over.

   "Young Madam!"

   Only a few exclamations were heard, and some liquid slipped from between her legs. She looked down and saw that it was dazzling red blood. The hem got wet quickly.

   "A Si!" Cui Bo panicked and stepped forward, but his transparent hand penetrated Qiao Si's body. How can not touch her.

  He was completely reduced to a spectator.

  He saw Granny Wen terrified: "Blood collapse, it looks like blood collapse."

  Wen Po knew what this pregnancy meant, but Qiao Si stared blankly at the top of the bed. She is begging to die.

   "Premature labor with heavy bleeding and unstable fetal position. I'm afraid..." She resisted the pressure.

  In this case, it is difficult to save the next person. Most of those who came in contact with each other died twice.

  But if you can only protect one person, who should you protect? The Marquis of Yangling has to make a decision.

  Cui Xuanshi held Qiao Si's hand, crying uncontrollably.

   "A Si."

  She trembled her voice: "This is the only blood of Bogeer."

   "If something happened to the child, the Cui family was unlucky and couldn't keep her. But if something happened to you, how do you want me to explain to him?"

  All the imperial doctors and female doctors in the palace came.

  Old Master Cui had a bent back, and Cui Yun endured the pain of Gu insects with all his injuries, and the corners of his mouth turned white.

  The black eyes fell heavily on the Royal Physician.

   "The two of you must be unharmed. If something happens..."

  He smiled desolately, the hostility in his eyes was already a threat.

  Eunuch Ying, who came over together, rolled his eyes and said hurriedly, "This is nature, this is nature."

   "The eldest son's spirit in heaven will protect him. The officials also said that the eldest young lady is a blessed person, and nothing will happen again."

  Time does not understand grief, and wandering around is extremely painful.

   One hour.

  Two hours.

   Pots of blood were brought out.

  At dawn, I finally heard a feeble cry.

   She is too young. Crying like a cat meowing.

   Cui Yun held her in her arms like a treasure. He touched the child's bruised face with his fingertips.

   Within a short while, the news spread to the palace, and the rewards and supplements were sent like flowing water. What came with it was a posthumous letter of heaven's grace.

  Afterwards, while Cui Yunyi took care of Cui Rong perplexedly, he took the picture album left by Cui Bai and flipped through it one by one, and finally dropped one of the pages.

  Huteng—Jinwuwei.

   It was the Jinwu Guard who assassinated him? He suddenly changed his face.

  Master Cui came here at this time.

   "In the past few days, I haven't taken care of you, how did you get hurt?"

  Cui Yun laughed and twitched all over, and spit out blood from his mouth.

   "When the rabbit is dead, the dog is cooked, and the bird is hidden."

  Old Master Cui was stunned for a while.

   He wiped his tears with his back to Cui Yun.

   "The Cui family... has indeed done a great job."

  Cui Yun took care of Cui Rong for more than half a month, and when she stabilized a lot, she went to Liyuan to heal her poison.

   At this time, Cui Bo was riddled with holes.

  Yangling Hou's Mansion is in decline.

   Cousin Xuan of the grandfather's family and the daughter of the Wen family were separated alive, and two imperial edicts were issued, one married another and the other married another.

  Cui Yun, from that lazy young man, put away his edge little by little, becoming neither sad nor joyful.

  His sister has grown up.

   She looks very much like Qiao Si.

   After she could talk and walk, Qiao Si took her to the ancestral hall.

   "Sister Rong, kowtow to your father and grandfather."

   "Father?"

   Cui Rong knelt on the futon in a small group. Milky voice.

   "Who is Dad? Why haven't I seen it?"

   Qiao Si stroked her head.

   There is a fragmented light in his eyes, just like Cui Bo's tenderness when he first saw her.

   "He is a hero."